Room 503, Saturday Evening

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Roy was having a weird day. It started out with some girl calling him about a coat. He'd returned her call, but then Bobby called about secret identities, and what was wrong with people in this place? Really. He'd called him back, but then Karla decided he needed her help or whatever, and possibly Roy was a little rude in telling her he didn't need or want her help right now. You know. Maybe just a little.

He'd promised Dinah, his Dinah, he'd call her today, but he was in no mood to do so whatsoever. Later, he would realize this had probably been a good thing.

((Establishy, but can be open!))

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[longislandiceme]

Okay, so next to Roy's phone number in the student directory was his room number, and so after giving it some thought Bobby found himself going upstairs and knocking on the guy's door.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack decided it was a good time to check in with his little brother, so he found his way to Roy's room. So far, he'd only gotten one unusual message, and that was easily written off as an odd, if annoying, aftershock of having kissed the young man in question.

"Hello, Roy," he said from the doorway. "How was your first week?"

[Ugh. Someday I will post this with no typos.]